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my skin is peeling like the walls
been outside in the sun too long
rode my bike till I felt like dying

I had to sweat away your grin
that sarcastic look when
you know somebody's mocking you

I had to kick myself again
avoided using intuition
now I’m stuck here feeling bitter

some people simply drift away
don't say goodbye or explain
and you're left thinking "where'd I fuck up?"

and it's easy to hate you
for all my cynicism, your actions just proved me right
I fell for it hook, line, and sinker
you turned out to be an actor after all...ha

my skin is healed it's been a while
covered up my legs and arms
those few freckles are reminders

I had to sweat away your grin
that sarcastic look when
you know somebody's mocking you

I had to kick myself again
avoided using intuition
now I’m stuck here feeling bitter

some people simply drift away
shitty reasons when they explain
and you're left thinking "that's fucked up?"

Track Name: Slow Metabolism

I’m lying on my head.
stomach filled with carbohydrates.
headphones around my neck.
and I wasted most of the day just reflecting.

isn't impressive how some of the most depressing people find happiness so easily?
and you can lay a foundation on railroad tracks only to find your pride to be the last
cinder block on dilapidated steps.

cuz you can't sugar-coat rejection
and there's no denying what you've known all along
and it saddens me to hear
that you're moving on my dear
and it saddens me to think that you can't lend a helping hand
and don't give a shit about no one but yourself.

Track Name: Soapskum

I'm thinking of a number between one and zero (a representation of just how I'm feeling)...a little bit less comfortable tonight. This room it reeks of desperation, body odor, and adhesives I use to glue my possessions to the walls. But somehow this ain't an end of my worthless stupid dumb opinions, it's a means to an end as I reclaim a new beginning cuz I just can't believe how I've been living. And solitude unfortunately is too easy to become a lifestyle and not just another state. I'm wishing that it were simple to draw the shortest straw and pretend that you just pulled out a diamond. So what's this all mean, I'm not evolving, we're all a bit worse than the week before. I'm getting the bleach out for my scorched earth policy.

Track Name: ...And justice for Paul

Slack gives way in a cold wind
and the tension on my strap is increasing
I’d rather be walking through Jersey on a freezing day.

Came home at a quarter to midnight
Whipped up a snack from an empty refrigerator
I wish there was a voicemail here waiting for me.

refused to believe that we we're both "accidentally" there, refilling coffee cups with cream, wasted time, and yellow packets of sugar. I dropped a couple of more packets into mine because it helped me sweeten the moment that was getting stuck in irony, and I was getting sick of it.

So I denied myself the chance to write curse words on a napkin...

We drown everything in small talk that no sober person could find practical. I fought every impulse in my head that told me to put my fist through the table.

But at the first chance that I got- I got the fuck out of there...

I grinded down another tooth as I spit out half of my personality. I left the other half to be re-chewed I’d see it early in the bathroom mirror, and I’d look at myself and say...

"Oh look what the cat dragged in. Who invited this abrasive son of a bitch? Might as well lock yourself in your bedroom and pray for the day you'll be released."

realization:
THOSE WERE MY FOOTSTEPS DRIED OUT ON THE STOOP, AND I TRIED SCRAPING 'EM OUT AS MY FINGER NAILS COLLECTED THE DIRT. BUT THEY'LL BE THERE TOMORROW AS I STEP RIGHT OVER THEM, THAT'S HOW I FIND MY WAY BACK AGAIN (sarcastically laughing at myself).

Track Name: The Morning After Pill

I'm constipated with boredom
Spent Saturday Night on a laxative
I should know better
Rolling dice when you know you ain't going to win

A Sticky situation
That I always find myself in
Like the world's biggest rodent trap
and I should've opted for the poison

Oh Now you want some options
when it's too late to decide
you're gonna get laid off, not laid
why don't you learn the fucking game

I guess Darwin was right
This world will eat you alive
you've got dominant weak traits
and they're never gonna get passed on

And there's no room for nostalgia
You might as well have taped it on VHS
the resolution is blurry
the colors are shitty and faded

So drink your "supposed" last beer
Your problems will not disappear
They're simply becoming crystal clear
when you'd puke them up the morning after....

The morning after
I realized what I missed....

So regret's the lemon
in an already sour tea
and you ran out of sugar get ready
the ride is gonna be bumpy

Oh Now you want some options
when it's too late to decide
you're gonna get laid off, not laid
why don't you learn the fucking game

The morning after
I realized what I missed....

Track Name: Plumber's Crack

I feel like that bum you know,
the only one left in the park after dusk
The neighborhood is plentiful and prosperous
but everybody's moving out

I'm that annoying wrong number that you get at 5 AM
and you can't get back to sleep
you gotta be up in two hours , what a tragedy
might as well drill a hole through my eyes

How inconvenient to
not be able to learn from my mistakes
My left hand it fights my right
Split personalities

Getting angry at myself this pen is getting fucking heavy
slowly ripping through a barren sheet
I just wrote another bunch of lines that might mean nothing tomorrow
but right now they mean everything (see below)

There's nothing like the burden of being completely awake at night. The morning comes in a hurry the sunlight retrieves yesterday's denial. There's an old man making noise outside rummaging through our cans. At least he knows why he awoke, self-preservation.

And writing is futile when you're amongst illiterates and my voice is getting hoarse from screaming at deaf ears. Efforts are wasted and time will be burned, the hole gets deeper with every verse...but somehow, this all makes sense.

Well the money on the dresser is gonna be wasted on liquor, what a joke. I'll be crawling into my bed no sense of victory or glory or remorse. I'm pissed at myself, I'm piss drunk but mainly fucking bored. A reaction from anyone, I wrote this song before with different lyrics.

We got a band in a warehouse, a subtle sense of accomplishment. It burns out all my energy and exhausts me to the point of nausea. It's the right dose slowly dissolving at the right time. I wrote this song before with different lyrics.

It's business as usual
a story from the past
some more loaded language
to fill in the gaps
and It's character assassins
in the home you grew up
the people you loved
and it's all bullshit, anyway...

Track Name: Negative times a Negative

Deny everything you can rip every page out in your scrapbook
5 months of memories, a burden not a token of time lost
Pretend disorder's a barrier for everything involving us
You're eager to move on, the thrill of something new and distant

You're using fake emotions to cover up the fact that you're a whore, nothing more.

Analyze your life...think of everything until today.
Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way
Analyze your life...think of everything until today.
Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way

Well I've been cynical and bitter but I'm getting over it
I heard you drown another boy in the lake you swam in as a kid
Another victim, let's hear you sympathize and act remotely human
You're repeating, everyone's whispering, they all know you around these parts

You're using fake emotions to cover up the fact that you're a whore, nothing more.

Analyze your life...think of everything until today.
Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way
Analyze your life...think of everything until today.
Analyze your life...think of all the people you've affected in a negative way..especially me.